It's like I should be better
A few days ago I went to renw my Visa at the border and the woman I dealt with was an absolute horror. I wasn't a bowl of cherries either, I'm sure. What stuck with me over the incident, what lives rent free in my mind is that she decided I was uneducated. This coming from a woman wearing a polyester uniform. Since this is a cell phone post, and not something done with a lengthy thing planned, let me just say that I am a semester away from a Bachelor's degree. I have four completed novels, one close to publishing, only waiting on me to calm my tits. I had, despite my tumultuous end, a fairly decent Military career. I run a small business, I'm in an anthology, and I've got several voice overs attributed to my name. I'm not only educated, I am accomplished. I am Bipolar, I suffer from PTSD, I am coming to terms with my hysterectomy, though that's been pretty easy, and yet I keep plugging away at my life. This polyester clad beauracrat decided I wasn't g